This is a song about "Miami blues"

My criteria ain't even that serious

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Probably getta summer home, in miami

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

You can call me the daddy of miami

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth